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Saturday, March 26, 2016

Adamu: An Open Letter To Pleiadian Starseeds

Thanks to Steve at goldenageofgaia for this post...

"Arn
Allingham (Zingdad) has begun channeling Adamu again. I’ve found
Adamu’s messages to be among the most helpful and informative of any
I’ve ever read so I’m delighted to hear that he’ll be transmitting more
often. In this series he offers a most remarkable view of Planet Earth’s
history. SB"

Channelled By Zingdad On 3-19-16

My Dear Friends,

I am Adamu of the Monadic Entity of the Pleiadian civilisation, brought to you through my dear young friend, Zingdad.

We have reached a nexus in the flow of the timelines of your reality
at which it becomes important for you to understand certain crucial
matters.

You need to understand why you, as Pleiadian Starseeds, are here upon
earth. What your mission profile really is. And you need to understand
why planet Earth and why now. You need then, also, to understand what
will occur next. What’s next for Earth and what’s next for you. You need
this information so that you can make an informed decision about where
you will go next. What your next experience of life will be.

There is no more important decision before you that the one I am
about to inform you of. So this is crucial information. I will require
your patience and your attention as I lay this all out for you and
remind you of all that you once knew before you entered into incarnation
here upon Earth.

Firstly. Why Earth? You are a Pleiadian being. You arose,
spiritually, amongst your soul family upon the Pleiades. That is your
home. And you were doing sterling work in your journey towards your
ultimate awakening and ascension back into the Oneness of the Monad to
which we belong. You are one of our brightest and best.

So why are you now on Earth? Why are you amongst others who are
struggling so mightily with their issues and causing themselves, each
other and their planet so much harm? Why have you been born amongst them
in this barbaric place of murder and mayhem? Why have you risked
becoming afflicted with the illnesses of their psyches? Because, yes, it
is a risk! And some of our Pleiadian brethren have indeed become
afflicted. Quite a few have adopted the ways of Earth and fallen in
consciousness. So there is a real danger in coming here. You knew this.
Yet you came anyway. Why?

I shall tell you. It will be a fairly long story and right now I shall offer you the first part of that story:

The Situation Report on Planet Earth

The story of how Earth gets to be as it is now is long and complex
enough to fill all the books in all the libraries upon the Earth and
still that will be a cursory explanation. So I won’t try to give you the
whole story. Instead I will sum it up as follows: There is such a thing
as a true and authentic Earth Human. Beings that arose upon Earth from
the Earth… just as you arose, originally, in the Pleiades. True Earth
souls, inhabiting Earth bodies.

For better or for worse, the Earth Human has been tinkered with,
toyed with, manipulated, used and abused and then rescued and healed and
used and abused all over again countless times since the beginning of
the story of the planet. And the ones that have acted upon Earth humans
in this fashion have been the other, more technologically advanced,
galactic civilizations.

If you examine the religious myths and the ancient legends that still
resound in the consciousness of the planet you find an abundance of
traces of this intervention. This mighty being with his chariot of fire
that came down and claimed a people and said to them, “You are my
people and I will protect you. You must just do as I say, to the letter
and worship and obey me and I will look after you”. You know what I am talking about. Almost all of the religions of the world have such a being in them.

Now, please, you mustn’t think your dear old Adamu an atheist. I have
explained in detail in the Adamu Speaks series that I believe in God. I
have personal and direct knowledge of the divine. And it is my desire
to share that knowledge with others too. But, my friends, the eternal,
everlasting, one true creator of all things is far too great a being to
appear to one group on Earth, one tribe on one planet in one galaxy and
say “I choose you and will help you to slay other tribes”.

Check with your heart. Surely you can see this to be true?

But back to the narrative. What I wish you to understand is that this
kind of intervention by space races did not happen once. It happened
countless times. A number of them are still recorded in the myths and
legends of which I spoke but most of them predate all record of them.
You have, after all, only a few thousand years of recorded history,
sketchy as it is, and humanity has existed in one form or another for
millions of years.

There were, for example, dragon gods upon your planet
hundreds of thousands of years ago. Too long ago for any actual record
of them to survive but, the impact of having such blood-curdlingly
magnificent beings walking amongst you and flying your skies was such
that it remains in your collective psyche.

I could go on and on upon this subject. Truly the deep history of
planet Earth is massively complex. But that story is not why I am here
today. I simply wish you to understand that Earth Humanity has been,
through the aeons, massively interfered with. So much so that they
evolved without an identity. Earth humans do not know who or what they
are. They have not found unity over any choices whatsoever. They cannot
stand as one over anything.

Now, you see, there are certain spiritual councils that order the
universe. There is a council of wise and beautiful spiritual beings that
order each planet, each solar system, each galaxy… and so on. And the
planetary council for planet Earth came to the decision a little while
ago that Earth would cease to be interfered with until such time as the
bearers of the light of will upon the planet – the humans – could come
to unity on who and what they are. What they stand for. What they
choose. What they believe in.

They must decide are they, collectively Service to Other, Service to
Self or of unity consciousness. They must decide if their path is
technological, religious or spiritual. There are a variety of such
choices and they must make up their collective minds.

And so the decision was made and we, the Pleiadian civilisation, were
honoured by the request that we should lead the imposition of a
quarantine upon the planet until such time as humanity has made their
decision. If you study your mythology you will see a trace record of
this. I am remembered in you mythology as a being called Atlas. And in
your mythology I "lifted the dome of the stars from the Earth in order
to stop a feud between the stars.

Yes that is me. My real name is Atlas. Adamu is a title like
"Grandfather" or "Wise Man". And I was personally involved in arranging
the quarantine.

The Quarantine Enforced by Atlas

We, Pleiadians were asked to provide this service since we have, and I
say this with a little pride but without conceit, the very best ships
in the galaxy. No one could possible enforce a quarantine better than
we. Our lightships are unparalleled for speed and manoeuvrability and
are also virtually indestructible. But I shall tell you more about that
in due course. The point is we were asked to make sure that that the
other space races got off the planet… and stayed off. As the
founder-members of a federation of galactic races that join together for
mutual benefit, protection and support, we lead a group of races in a
mission to create a “quiet space” upon Earth until Earth had come to its
decision point.

There was one race that didn’t like that at all. They are recorded in
the most ancient of your writings as the Anunaki. But actually that
word is a kind of a syncretism as the ancients used it to refer to all
the space races that were active upon planet Earth. And there were many.
Back then, often quite a few space races were active in any given
civilization at any time. But, for the sake of convention we’ll call
these particular ones (that are known amongst Pleiadians as the Red Star
people) by the name used in your ancient writings… the Anunaki.

And it was so that these Anunaki actually rebelled against the will
of the planetary council and, believe it or not, went to war with us to
resist being evicted from the planet. It was quite a shambles as our
primary objective was to cease all further traumatization of humanity
and they were willing to humanity as a pawn in their game of resistance.
If we attacked them directly in their positions we would cause far more
traumatiszation than they ever had! So we would not do that!

In the end there really was only one strategy that we could use that
wouldn’t compromise our own mission. We couldn’t get them off Earth by
attacking them on Earth. We tried to blockade them in but they just dug
in and entrenched themselves even further as gods. They had little
god-kingdoms dotted all over the planet. And then they’d play chess with
each other. But the games played out on bloody battlefields with humans
as the chess pieces. This was their entertainment and sport. When they
weren’t teaching humans how to bow and scrape and sing songs of praise
and worship to please their refined ears, they were bludgeoning masses
of humans against each other. So we certainly couldn’t just leave them
on the planet either!

Not only were they in contravention of the planetary council, not
only had they attacked us and placed themselves on a war footing with
us, but they were also behaving in a truly monstrous fashion. And so
desperate measures were called for. We attacked them where it would
really hurt. Their home planet.

I won’t get into all the intrigues but you should understand that the
Anunaki gods that were upon the planet at the time were like minor
royalty from the Red Star home world. Petty princes and princesses. They
were left to get up to whatever they wanted and, in their boredom, they
played upon the Earth. [Ref. film Jupiter Rising - ED]

When the Federation’s warships arrived in the environs of the Anunaki
home world, their king was suddenly willing to enter talks. Suddenly
very amenable. And suddenly willing to send instruction to his errant
family members that they should extricate themselves from planet Earth
and return home poste haste. He gave them a tight timeline and that was that.

A New Perspective on The Great Flood

And all would have proceeded perfectly except one petulant little
twit got it into his head to destroy all that he had built on his way
out. *laughs* My friends. You shall have to forgive me. Your Adamu has
seen much and there is not much that raises my ire any more. But in
retelling this story I am brought back into the emotions that coursed
through my being back then when I discovered this. One on the Anunaki
gods in his mighty and godly fashion, decided if he had to leave earth
that he would wipe out his whole creation on his way out. His own tribe
that had worshipped him and done his every bidding. He decided to
destroy it and everything else that he could possibly destroy. It’s
difficult not to get upset at that.

He had access, you see, to certain tools that could be used for
weather control. Which is another long story which, if I told you, you
simply would not believe me. But the point is he manipulated the weather
to bring maximal destruction upon his own people.

Another of the Anunaki, in fact a brother to the insanely destructive
one, decided to try ameliorate the harm he warned some of the people of
what his brother was planning. The result is the ancient myth of the
great flood and the man who built the ark.

The story, as it is now available to you in your various religious texts has become profoundly mythologized, of course.

In truth, the flooding was really quite localized. The whole world
was not covered in water. I should hope a little deductive reasoning
would make it apparent that there is not enough water on the planet to
flood the planet. But there certainly is enough to cause a great deal of
local flooding. A great deal of local disaster. And so it was.

And so
it was too, that those that were warned had the wherewithal to build
good weather-proof boats for themselves, their families and their
domesticated livestock. To place in these boats sufficient feedstock to
last out a few days of torrential rain and the massive flooding that
came afterwards. And to provide a safe “home base” to live from once the
floods had subsided.

The flood must certainly have felt pretty epic to
those that lived through it though. And one can understand how the myth
came to be what it is. But there were survivors. In part thanks to the
warning they were given. In part thanks to the good preparations they
put in place. And in part also because we were able to deactivate the
weather device. Which I shall just say was in space and I shall leave it
at that.

We deactivated it and the planet’s weather returned to normal
and since then we have been keeping a vigil. We have been keeping the
rest of the galaxy off humanities bit of turf while they have slowly
de-traumatized themselves, slowly began to find themselves and slowly
began to make up their own minds about who and what they are.

It’s been several thousand years that we have kept it up. And in that
time, you have had very little interference indeed. A remarkably good
quarantine has been maintained for all this time. We are not perfect. We
do not draw an utterly impermeable boundary around the Earth. Sometimes
something happens and an Earth Human encounters a being from another
galactic civilization. This is often by mistake. Some perfectly
respectful member of a race that is in support of the quarantine
agreement makes an error and their ship drops from a higher frequency
into your environment and you have a “UFO” event. That kind of thing
happens.

And then there are also some that are intentionally trying to subvert the quarantine.

The Zeta Greys

You are familiar with the little grey fellows from Zeta Reticuli?
They are masters of stealth. They are able to sneak in, get up to monkey
business and sneak out again without causing alarm. Not all the time.
Not even most of the time. But it happens often enough that there is an
awareness of them upon your planet. For which we apologize. We are doing
our best with them and have quite a high success rate. But not nearly
perfect, I am afraid.

The problem is that the ones doing these
incursions are not acting under the auspices of their home world. They
are Corsairs. Buccaneers. They undertake these missions at the behest of
the highest bidder. And through the ages they have occasionally managed
to slip through and conduct this or that mission on behalf of some or
another interested party. We have controlled them as best we can but it
is like swatting gnats. No matter how many you get, one or two always
get through and they don’t mind being caught. They don’t even mind
having their ship destroyed in the process.

They are, you see, not like
you. They are a race of… the closest I can offer you is “biological
machines”. They are intelligent sentient beings, certainly. But there is
no sense of “I” or of an individual self, amongst them. They are the
group. They have a networked group awareness. They have shared memories.

So shooting one of their ships out of the sky doesn’t actually kill
anyone. Not in the normal sense. They will simply manufacture more… as
many as they believe they need. And each will gain access to the network
of information and knowledge which is their group intelligence [ED. Think Borg.] But for
all that, there are unfathomably complex factions within the greater
group of their race. And some of those factions – numerically a very
small percentage – engage in this kind of behaviour.

So that’s a little background on the Zeta Greys. But now I need to tell you about the trigger events.

A Brief Lifting of the Quarantine... and an Offer!

When the quarantine was put in place, it was agreed that there would
be certain specific events that would cause the quarantine to be lifted
in a very carefully ordered fashion. One such event occurred quite
recently with the dropping of the first atomic bombs. This was at the
end of a period that you call the second world war. I don’t know why you
call it that. There has almost never not been world war. But that is
neither here nor there.

When those devices exploded, you triggered the
possibility of planetary self-destruction. Other planetary civilizations
have utterly annihilated themselves with exactly this technology. So,
with those two bombs, you caused a trigger event. Delegates of a few of
the main factions of the galactic civilizations were sent to speak to
the leader of the nation that detonated those devices. Given the
high-drama of the time, it took a little time and effort to procure that
meeting. But eventually it came to pass.

And the meeting, when it came,
was with an ex-military man who was then leading a more-or-less
peaceful nation. He was offered a variety of options by the various
delegates. We, the Pleiadians, representing the Galactic Federation of
White Light, offered him a peaceful path. In exchange for giving up this
self-destructive technology and the whole path it placed humanity upon,
we offered a variety of other technologies. Free energy and so forth.
Technologies that would lead to the betterment of all humanity. That
would allow for healing. For unity. That would open the door to free and
unfettered engagement with the galactic community.

He declined our offer saying he would not give up the strategic
advantage that nuclear weapons presented at that crucial juncture.
Though the war was officially over, what replaced it was very far from
peace. There had been a very uncomfortable alliance between his nation
and another during the war and this alliance had fallen apart to be
replaced with what would come to be called “the cold war”. And this
leader was fully engage in the preparations for the next war. A war that
has yet to come. A nuclear war.

So he gave up on the best chance humanity would, quite possibly ever
have. Such was his short-sightedness. But that was the best decision he
could take given the information available to him.[ED. So sad for Ike and us...]

The Orion Group

Another group, representatives of a race from Orion and a consortium
of Service to Self races, made a different offer. You see this race is
fast dying out as a result of their own genetic un-viability. This is
self-inflicted. They have, for aeons, been tinkering with their own
genome. They are themselves GMOs, you see. And nearly everything upon
their planet is genetically modified.

Not that genetic modification is
per se a bad thing. It is just a bad thing if you give yourself no way
to undo what you have done. Which is what they did. They modified
themselves right to the point of their own inability to reproduce. An
unintended consequence of trying to genetically disable the aging
process. So there they are now. A race of very old beings who live very,
very long lives but can have no children and are slowly, slowly dying
out.

So what do the beings from Orion want? A mulligan. A redo. A start
over. And they see humanities massively diverse and wonderfully robust
genome as the perfect resource that they would like to mine. They want
to splice bits of human genome back into their own to bring them back to
viability as a race. And not just Humanity. They also want access to
earth’s animal genetics for similar purposes. In short, what they wanted
was to be given access to human genetics. Free reign to take samples
from whomsoever they chose whenever they wanted.

So they offered that fearful war-time leader the one thing that he
would not be able to say no to. They wowed him and his technical
advisers with technology that would place his nation at a massive
strategic advantage over his enemies. And they said they would hand that
technology over in exchange for the genetic mining rights they sought.
They further promised that samples would be taken stealthily. That the
sampled individual would never know that they had even been touched.

And so that leader agreed. He thought he had struck the most marvelous bargain.

But he was wrong. It was a disastrously poor bargain.

Firstly, the technology was delivered without manuals or
instructions. Imagine a stone-age man being handed a smartphone. What
could he do with it? He could not even use it, let alone replicate it
and make many more just like it. And so it was.

The technology delivered
was very advanced and would have been a massive strategic advantage.
But it was incomprehensible and unusable to those that took receipt of
it. All these years later and only occasionally does anything come out
of those most secret of labs where those extra-terrestrial devices
continue to be examined and analyzed. The advances come out so slowly
that they are quickly enough absorbed by the other nations of the world
that they advantage is limited.

A New Perspective on Alien Abductions

And in exchange that leader agreed to having the populace of his
nation and his treaty nations poked and prodded and sampled. Which has
become something of a nightmare. You see the population can never know
that this was the agreement. How would they feel knowing they had been
traded like so many heads of cattle? And though the Orions employed some
of the very best of the Zeta greys to conduct their sorties in the
utmost stealth… what no-one accounted for was the spiritual sensitivity
of some humans.

For some it is simply not possible to hide from them
that they have been sampled. You call it "abducted", though that is not a
good term. You are taken, sampled and returned. And it is all done at a
higher vibration density outside of your normal flow of time.

But be
that as it may. Still it is so that this is an unwarranted, un-agreed upon intrusion into your space and violation of your body and your sense
of safety.

The Quarantine is Re-instituted

Though that war-time leader and the Orion delegation came to an
agreement, that agreement was not ratified by the planetary council.
They were willing to offer humanity a choice that would lead to them
giving up their warlike ways and choosing for peace. Choosing for unity.
They though the planet-wide fatigue with war followed by the shock of
an atomic bomb and the devastation that followed might just be enough to
trigger a change in consciousness. They wanted humanity to make the
leap to choosing a whole new timeline. A timeline of peace, healing,
love and acceptance.

But humanity would have to choose. They could not again be
over-ridden by the will of more powerful beings with more advanced
technologies. That would just bring a repeat of the pre-quarantine era.
So, very carefully, the options were presented to just one man. The
leader of the nation that had reached that technological threshold of
planetary self-annihilation.

And he chose wrong.

He chose for fear not love. He chose for separation not unity. He chose for destruction not healing.

And we cannot blame him for it. Such was the situation at the time. That is what one chooses when one is in his shoes.

But for all that… as I say… the treaty with Orion was not ratified by
the planetary council. And so it was that we re-instituted the
quarantine protocols and disallowed the Greys access wherever we could.
Which, again, is most places. But they still sneak through. And they
continue to engage a variety of experiments mostly for their Orion
masters but also for others.

And so that is the Sit Rep as military types like to say. The report of the situation on the ground. And that is the first part of this open letter.

Coming Next

Soon I will wish to begin to speak to more spiritual matters. I want
to tell you about yourselves, as Pleiadian Starseeds. I want to tell you
about your origins in the Pleiades. How you evolved there. And then how
it came to be that we decided to send a Starseed delegation. How it
came to be that you volunteered. What your mission on earth really is.
Why this is the time for you to remember and awaken. What you should be
doing next. And what your decisions are going forward.

That’s a lot to tell. And I will get to that next as I am able to pass this information through my dear Zingdad. (See post Here.)

And, at the same time, he and I are also working on the Adamu Speaks
series which has a parallel purpose of teaching you how to move
yourself out of victimhood and to return to yourself the memory of your
true creator nature. So, if you have not looked into that, I do suggest
you update yourself on that too.

There is much to learn and understand. And much to do. As a Pleiadian
Starseed you are my very soul-family and I love you dearly. And I send
you my gratitude for the important work that you have signed up for at
this time upon planet Earth. What you do there will have repercussions
that will echo through eternity. So please do not think your role to be
unimportant!

But more about that in my next transmission. Until then I wish you the very fondest farewell.

I am Adamu of the monadic entity of the Pleiadian civilisation and I
have been brought to you through my dear young friend, Zingdad.

About Me

I am an Arcturian who crossed oceans of time and space to get to Terra Gaia where I began my Mission as an incarnating soul over 22,000 years ago and this is my last lifetime in the lower dimensions.
My current body was born in NYC (the Big Toroid) in 1949. I walked into it in 1961, just in time for all the fun, and since then I have lived in New York State, Amsterdam, Aspen, and The Peoples Republic Of Boulder. Some say I'm allergic to reality but I regard my aversion as a conscious choice.
Undergraduate work was done at the State University of New York where I majored in the Leary-Alpert Altered States Curriculum with a Minor in History. Graduate work was done at the University of Amsterdam in Registered Nursing . Post Graduate studies in Tibetan Buddhism (life-long) under the Ven. Chogyam Trungpa, Rinpoche, His Holiness The Fourteenth Dalai Lama, Suzuki Roshi and a very long list of compassionate Incarnate Tibetan Lamas.
For the last 4 years I have been totally absorbed in preparing for and facilitating the Planetary Ascension of Terra Gaia and the evolution of Homo Sapiens into Homo Galacticus.